#ˎˊ˗ Listen up fans!

[jackalope-official]

What's with all this 'Magic Anon' business? I think I remember Es warning me about this a while back... Are my fans really something to be concerned about?

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Jinwoo x Isekaid! Artist! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 044 ✦ ┆・

[Tw: I think this fall under depictions of depression and panic attacks. Please, if you're not in the headspace, do not read this. ]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ My Muse] ¡! ❞

Isekaing to Solo Leveling is one thing, but living in this world is just... Way too brutal for your poor heart.

Why is that? Anxiety is a major enemy.

What do you mean everyone else is living normally not having little paranoid moments that lead to panic attacks with overtaking at the possibility of a gate opening somewhere near you and monsters would come out?

Sung Jinah's school wasn't even safe. How are you gonna live?

Anyway.

You have a job to do.

Even though you just wanna spend all of your time crying in the corner of your room and praying to god to protect you when technically you aren't even religious.

But what are you to do?

It's not like Sung Jinwoo will swoop in and save you from misery.

...Hahah, if only.

You are one of his more delulu fans, like every other girl in this country— You are a big fan.

Well, except the fact that you know far more things about Jinwoo since you came from a world where he is fiction.

The flex you have is that you know how awfully adorable that petty bastard is when he was still an E-ranker. Those Jinwoo simps will never know the fact that Jinwoo has the fluffiest and softest looking cheeks ever.

Not to mention, you have all of his powers memorized to even the titles those powers have. You can name a lot of his shadows.

Of course the easiest to name are Beru, Igris, Bellion, Kaisel, Tank,.... And the easiest,... One, two, three, four.... Yeah, you get it.

But why are you being so smug? As if you 're not the same fool who secretly buys Jinwoo polaroids. Coming from this country full of fangirls is a haven for you since there is quite... The plethora of Jinwoo trinkets.

And you, being a lovestruck fool, went all in and took "Take all my money" to the next level even though the man you're obsessing over is 10x more richer than you.

But ah, this isn't the time to fawn over your Jinwoo merch paradise.

You have work.

Thankfully enough, this world has given you mercy. Despite it preying on your paranoid self, it gave you the blessing of living the life you've always wanted.

And that is to be a freelance artist.

Not doing your average 9-5, crying about the lack of fame you receive that hinders the pathway to making a successful art career, not having to listen to family members berating your love for art as low as a drug abuse.

In this world, no one is going off about your craft, no one is belittling your passion to something akin to a crime.

Like it's just a pathetic hobby and there's no meaning to all the hard work you put in the past years improving your skills, there's no value to being able to draw squares and circles more impressive than others, there's nothing note worthy of being able to pick and choose colours— There's none of that.

To be honest, there was even lots of moments where you wanted to give up, where you realized maybe they're right.

Even if you had starved yourself just to save up for your art materials, even if you work hard micro-analyzing your artstyle, even if you spent hours studying the algorithms, even if you shed blood sweat and tears just for the glimmer of hope that maybe you can turn your art into something more— It's all just delusions.

Like how you hope to be one of those big artists who inspire other people to create their own pieces. Like how you secretly hope that maybe your artworks can bring a smile to anyone's face if they come across it. Like how you silently pray to every single star that may your wish come true.

You wanted to keep hoping, for the slim chance of having a single magnus opus that will instantly put you in the limelight— You wanted to keep having your hand outstretched to that tiny light.

But everyday, with each piece, you start to realize that your dreams are all for nothing.

You had been so focused on art that it's the only thing you have that defines who you are as a person and as an individual.

Art is what made you human.

Slowly, your innocent dreams molded itself into a twisted and vile poison that ate you from the inside out. Your love for creating backfired and now it's a blur if your passion stems from adoration or you just ran with it because it's the only thing that made you feel relevant in this world.

Maybe you should give up.

Even if there is a drastic improvement in your art with each piece, what good is it if it can't guarantee that career you oh so desperately want? The big artists say that you should make art for yourself, well yeah, they're right. But what if even if you do that it doesn't work?

Colour theory, shape language, line language, composition— All of those improved out of sheer love to learn. You've seen other people around you get careers out of it so it will happen to you?

Right?...

Right?

You're not a problematic artist, you don't make trouble, you don't make enemies, you don't participate in drama, you stay humble and eloquent.

Surely it will work... Right?...

Hahah.

In that world?

No it didn't.

It did not.

You died in your deathbed after being involved in a hit and run.

And after a long period of slumber, you have awoken in this world where somehow you are a renowned artist.

It felt shallow, really.

Suddenly having all of that in a snap of a finger through death?

Hah.

It felt like it mirrors Jinwoo's life. Except he had rightfully earned the flory of his powers.

Truthfully, you love him because of that.

What was it?

Ah yes.

"Because I was rock bottom, I longed for the highest peak."

That was the line that made you love him.

As someone who had no future in your art career, it was that line that made your heart yearn for him.

Two unfortunate souls who struggle in the same thing in different dimensions, except one managed to create that dream into reality.

Sure, you have the glory now. And although it made you so happy, it still felt so shallow because you didn't achieve this through hardwork. You just had to die.

You had to be dead.

It took dying to be given the mercy of having your dreams be granted.

And that just made you feel so... So awful.

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With a canvas on one hand, your painting materials neatly arranged in a bag in the other hand— You take a deep breath and enter the party.

Brilliant golden lights twinkle above your head coming from the magnificent chandelier hanging above. Cameras flashing, the clinking of glasses as hunters and celebrities discussed amongst themselves dressed in luxurious outfits and blinging jewelry.

The sight made your stomach sink and a lump in your throat forming.

This is an entirely different world you knew from the lonely greys and blues.

You look around frantically, almost panicking at the overwhelming chatter and blinding lights.

"Ah, you're here" A voice snaps you out of it.

You turn to see your sponsor, Choi Jong-in flashing a polite and handsome smile. You bow your head politely.

"Please," Jong-in simply shakes his head, "No need to be so polite. I am pleased that you have arrived in time. Champagne?"

He extends a glass towards you and you shake your head, sheepishly saying "O-oh... I'm not really an alcohol enjoyer. I'm fine."

"Ah, I see" He nods apologetically before gesturing you to a clearer space.

Jong-in escorts you to a less crowded area of the ball, the lessened crowd and noise calming your accelerated heartbeat down.

"If there is anything you need, please feel free to call me or the waiters" He says kindly, "You are also free to eat food."

"Thank you, Mr. Choi" You bow politely.

Before he could even reply, Jong-in was called over by a beautiful blonde girl you knew all too well.

Cha Hae-in.

She's as lovely as she was in the manhwa panels, with that red dress and her neatly tied hair— She was a sight to behold.

But as soon as you see a tall man clad in black, you feel a distinct thump in your heart, a twisting kind of small pain that made you feel like it stopped beating along with the way your lungs stopped breathing— You knew who it was.

"A guest?..." He inquires, making your heart thump even harder at the sound of that deep voice you only heard through the speakers of your phone and laptop.

"Mr. Sung, I'm glad you could make it along with my vice master" Jong-in hums, "This is an artist I'm sponsoring, I thought it would be a good idea to commemorate this important event celebrating humanity's win against the gates"

"Ah, I see" Jinwoo's handsome grey eyes would sweep onto your anxious form who is fidgeting uncontrollably in her hands. "I'm Sung Jinwoo,"

He extends a hand, making you look up at him with an even nervous look. It took you a while to extend your hand, and the moment your palm touched his— You felt as of you're touching someone from a different species. Something too unreal and dovine.

You barely had even managed to speak your name out with how much of a nervous wreck you are. Shaking his hand didn't happen if it weren't for Jinwoo gently doing it and letting you pull your hand away.

Your palms may have been trembling, but now it's even more erratic as you step back, not meeting his gaze.

Thank gods Jong-in decided to start a conversation to pivot Jinwoo's attention away from you.

As you attempt to calm yourself with a persistent panic attack, you feel a soft tap on your hands.

"Thank you for coming, I-I hope you enjoy your time" Hae-in says in her hesitant voice.

And you, who cant mutter a single word after your very first encounter with Jinwoo— Only muster a polite nod at her as she turns away to join Jong-in and Jinwoo in their conversation.

You were on a trance for almost five minutes, before finally deciding to set up your easel and canvas. You took out two different mason jars and filling them up with water; the gouache paint you will be using as a medium; the ceramic palette you have been using for quite a while now; and finally gently arranging your brushes.

Jong-in didn't specify what you should be painting for this event. But decided to paint the stage. An hour into the event, Jinwoo would start giving his speech as he is the main hero of the war against the gates and monarchs—As well as the person this whole event is dedicated to.

You had to pause in your process of painting the canvas, just to give respect to Jinwoo.

Your idol.

Your role model.

The man of your dreams.

His words aren't even registering as you can't help but be lost in a trance as he continues with his speech. Unconsciously, your hand raised itself and started to paint carefully, your eyes fixated on the hunter as your hand moved with a mind on its own.

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Jong-in was extremely worried for the artist he had hired, he could tell from earlier she was having a panic attack with the hesitance. And when Jinwoo came into the picture, it seemed to frighten her all the more. He quietly called for his secretary to add at least 40% more of the initial payment that was planned to compensate for the unintentional distress he had put her onto.

While Jinwoo was giving his speech, he couldn't help but check on her by glancing from the distance.

In that canvas, he saw the stage, and in that stage was Jinwoo.

The artist was carefully painting Jinwoo.

Delicate strokes despite her eyes not on the cloth and brush. She was just mindlessly moving her hand as she looks at Jinwoo.

"Ah... I see it now."

Jong-in quietly smiles to himself.

It wasn't that she was frightened of Jinwoo's intimidating presence. No way does someone scared of a person have that same intense look with such dilated pupils.

With a determined hum, Jong-in knew exactly what to do.

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It had been three days since that event, and Jinwoo was attending to paperwork when he was informed of Jong-in's visit.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with a bit of worry that his 'senior' might scold him for renting out gates in territory of Hunter's guild.

To his surprise, Jong-in entered carrying a rather large thing into his office.

"???" Jinwoo cocks up an eyebrow, silently inquiring Jong-in at what is the thing he brought in.

"Take a look, hunter Sung" Jong-in simply says and the hunter reluctantly stood up from his chair to approach the item his senior placed down.

When Jinwoo pulled off the protective cloth, he was met with a brilliant painting that felt like it was straight out of a renaissance era painting.

The red curtains were blood red and shaded softly. The wood is delicately painted, with even tiny specks that indicates the painter's exquisite attention to detail, but most importantly— His eyes were drawn to the middle, where a man stood center.

It was him.

His face was delicately painted, even his tousled black locks were intricately painted to imitate the way his strands behaved, his body language was painted in a relaxed but still managed to somehow translate the undertone of authority and power he held over the crowd that was purposely painted in a blurry manner to give more focus to him. Even the lighting of the stage was expertly imitated on the canvas.

The piece looked as if its goal was to put emphasis on his—the man who is standing in the golden limelight. As if it were trying to put him on a divine pedestal, to show him off as this some sort of god woth the painting.

"Who?..." Jinwoo finally manages to inquire.

"The artist chose you as her muse for the painting" Jong-in says, fixing his tie as he does so. "Quite the talent, no? Even us hunters who have quite the skill in the art of combat, are taken aback by such craft. It was as if she had magic on her very fingertips despite being just a civilian."

"Her muse," Jinwoo repeats, not knowing what to feel about it.

"It would be... Quite indecent of me to keep a portrait of a rival in my guild, no?" Jong-in coughs out, making Jinwoo awkwardly nod. "Consider it as a gift and a thank you for assisting my guild in jeju raid as well as your role in the war."

"I have quite the awards really, no need" He shakes his head.

"Yes," Jong-in glances back at the painting. "But I think that you, as the painter's muse, must see for yourself this piece created on your image."

"Mn...."

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Jinwoo quite frankly grew curious of the little painter he met and made him the centerpiece of her painting. He was honestly worried at first, she was so small compared to him and she was trembling at the sight of him. It didn't help that he noticed how she grew more shaken after they exchanged pleasantries.

Maybe he had gripped her hand a little too much.

Beru on the other hand, was visibly very pleased at the painting as well as the other shadows who wont shut up about it.

Throughout his monotonous days and hours, Jinwoo would often think of the painter.

It feels... Weird to be in someone's painting.

It's unreal even.

But ah... By chance, he met that pleasant little painter again.

She was in the bookstore, picking up several heavy books. When he approached her, she was flustered and nearly dropped the books she was purchasing if it weren't for him assisting her.

Just like their first meeting, she was clearly bashful and anxious. So Jinwoo made space between them and made small talk.

Somehow, their small talks would develop into long and meaningful ones with the days passing of them having frequent encounters.

There is this tiny, tiny warmth in Jinwoo's heart whenever he finds himself in the presence of his painter.

His heart whom he thought had lost its capability to harbor affection— Is beating fast whenever he crosses paths with her.

There is... Something about her.

Her little habits, her never ending curiosity, her childish habits and her love for everything beautiful. Somehow, everything in her eyes has the potential to be a piece of artwork.

Jinwoo was never a creative soul, he's only ever creative at insults maybe.

So to see someone so dedicated to her own craft, to see someone so full of love for something... It's like peering into a different world he never thought was there.

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Go Gunhee decided to visit Jinwoo, it was to thank the hunter again with coffee beans and two— Just to visit Jinwoo.

"Ah, hunter Sung," Gunhee smiles as the person he waited for appears. "I hope you don't mind, I just wanted to pop in"

"Not at all, director" Jinwoo smiles politely.

"That piece," The old man's gaze drifts to a painting hun by Jinwoo's side. "What a magnificent work of art. I heard Hunter Choi gifted it to you after the artist he hired decided to put you as the centerpiece. Truly such remarkable talent by a younger lady."

"Yes, hahah" Jinwoo awkwardly rubs his nape.as he serves Gunhee a cup of tea.

"My father told me that artists have a special kind of love" Gunhee hums, reminiscing. "He told me that having an artist love you is different. A writer glorifies you into pleasant words, a musician translates your beauty into compelling music and a painter immortalises all of you in a single painting. A blank canvas is a tool by painters that they use to communicate. All the ugliness of the world can be put into ink, and all the beauty into wonderful pops of pleasant colors"

He continues, "And through my years, this is one of the few most magnificent pieces I've ever seen that shows the painter's love for it's muse"

"Her muse," Jinwoo repeats it, "I've been told the same thing."

"A lovely feeling, no?" Gunhee chuckles, "To be loved by a person so full of love."

"...So that's what it means"

"..."

The old man's face wrinkles into a happier smile.

Young love, truly beautiful, isn't it?

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"That colour is really pretty" You mutter absentmindedly glance at the flowing water underneath, as if trying to ingrain the memory and behaviour of it.

"Thinking of a new artwork, again?" Jinwoo asks, glancing down at the direction you were staring at. "I can't wait to see what you'll make."

"Your pieces are always so beautiful"

It felt as if something struck an arrow at your heart, you glance at Jinwoo— Completely frozen in state.

When he noticed the heavy silence, his eyes would befall on you before his mouth going a little agape.

You're crying.

"Did... I say something wrong?..." Jinwoo asks and you panic, immediately tearing your gaze away.

"No, no, no" You shake your head, hiding your shameful tears from Jinwoo.

Compliments with your art were never really foreign, but you, being the insecure sad soppy excuse of a human being would always downplay it most of the time.

You were never truly satisfied with yourself and anything you ever made. Mostly because you came from a household where everything is never enough.

Ultimately, that system has been fully ingrained into your body that it became your personality.

Colors are muddy, the lines aren't steady or too thick or thin, the anatomy is off, the composition isn't fluid and the harmony is all over the place.

You were always, always, critical of yourself.

Nothing is ever enough.

Your works aren't beautiful enough, and you thought they never will be.

But when Jinwoo told you your art was beautiful, it caused something to crack inside and burst open.

Maybe it's because you loved him so much. Maybe it's because he is the person you admire the most in your sorry, lonely life.

It was always Jinwoo who was in your mind whenever you had those bad episodes of just having silent mental breakdowns.

It's his image that became your most beloved saviour.

Perhaps you're sobbing because you're finally able to hear the words you've imagined he would during the times you daydreamed about him.

Or maybe... Your body reacted because you knew deep down that Jinwoo was never a liar.

That he didn't say those words out of empty praise, that he said your crafts is beautiful because they simply are.

In your broken, shattered heart a heavy yet soft warmth swelled. Swelling so much that you felt so overwhelmed and couldn't control your emotions.

That kind of validation just felt like it washed away all the doubts that plagued you for years.

As you cried uncontrollably, Jinwoo would instinctively reach his hand out and pull you in for a searing kiss. His tongue gently nudges your lips before shoving itself into it.

One flick.

Two flicks

Three flicks,...

Until you yourself cant even count it anymore.

He pulls back slowly, but still not far enough for you not to feel his hot breath fanning over your cheeks.

"I only said your paintings are beautiful and yet you are crying like this, sarang?" He rubs his nose against yours, "Just what happened to you that you're this emotional, hm? Did you not think what you make is stunning? Did you never once think that your pieces are captivating? Why are you crying like this? How hurt have you been that it feels like you're crying out this kind of sorrow I can't seem to understand?"

"Why does your sobs feel like you've been dealing with such loneliness that a simple sincere compliment breaks you to this extend?"

"Everything about you is beautiful. All of you is beautiful." Jinwoo says in that ever so gentle voice of his, "Never doubt that for even a single second."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: what started as another simple fluffy idea turned into something more... Personal :'DD. Sorry guys hahahahsheshdg. Idk when I will have the free time to make the second half of the cai bots yet but please look out for when I do. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ — All stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[voxsremotec0ck]

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞.ᐟ

ᝰ Blitzø x Fem!reader

ᝰ NSFW, oral (fem receiving), fingering, degrading names (slut), tail play??

wc - 1.4k

˗ˏˋ Blitzø does return the favor in the bedroom, and he’s going to prove it ˎˊ˗

Your lazy night in was interrupted by a loud banging on your door, making you jump and pause your TV. Checking your phone, you see that it's just after midnight, and you frown; who the fuck would be knocking on your door this late?

Whoever it was loudly knocked again before yelling through the door, “It’s Blitz open up!”

You sigh in frustration at the familiar name and voice of your frequent booty call. Of course, it was Blitzø. The man would never call or text; instead, he would just show up at random and expect you to rework your plans for him. You get up and drag yourself to the door, opening it and fully prepared to cuss him out, “Blitz, what-”

You barely got the door open before the imp was storming inside your apartment and slamming it shut behind him, “Listen, I’ve had a long and shitty night, and now I need to prove something to myself, so if you could get naked and in bed that would be fan-fucking-tastic.”

Blitzø walked around you and made his way to your bedroom, taking his leather jacket off and tossing it on the couch in the process. You stood there dumbfounded for a moment before taking off after him, “What?”

“Oh my fucking Satan, can you just take your fucking pants off.” Blitzø snapped, standing at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed. You could tell something was wrong, even if he hadn’t told you he had a shitty night; it was obvious from his expression alone.

The two of you weren’t exactly the ‘talk about your feelings’ type, but you’ve never seen Blitzo this bothered before. Something really fucked up must’ve happened for him to be this visibly upset, “What happened?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you after I’m done with you.” Blitzø tried to flirt, and you only glared at him in response. He huffed in annoyance, “A lot of shit that I don’t want to talk about happened, okay? But one thing that did happen is that my ex said I don’t reciprocate in bed, and I know that shit is a lie.”

“So that’s what you need to prove to yourself? That you can please your bedmate?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning on the doorframe.

“Not just any bedmate!” Blitzø yelled, obviously getting worked up at the memory of whatever happened, “I need to prove that I can pleasure a pussy haver! That bitch made it seem like I don’t know where the clit is, and I cannot have that!”

Your eye twitched at the term ‘pussy haver,’ but still, you sighed and walked over towards the bed, “Yaknow, I don’t think you’ve ever eaten me out before.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve never sucked me off either. We’re more of the quick fuck type of booty call.” Blitzø rolled his eyes, “Now, am I gonna have to cut your stupid sleep shorts off or what?”

You stood silently in front of him for a moment, looking him up and down, trying to decide if you were really going to do this. The assassin seemed almost desperate for you to agree, and honestly, you did kind of want to see if he actually was good at eating pussy or not.

With a tired sigh, you slip out of your shorts and panties before climbing up onto your bed. Blitzø smirks at you before clapping his hands together and rubbing them, “You should also take your top off; I’m about to give you some real underboob sweat.”

“Literally, what the fuck?” You snap, glaring at him as he pushes your legs apart. The feeling of the cool air on your exposed core makes you shiver, and you quickly pull off your t-shirt.

Blitzø pulls your folds apart with his thumbs, exposing you even more, and spits on your pussy. You jump at the suddenness of his action and open your mouth to yell at him before he moves one of his thumbs, sliding it between your folds to spread his spit. You moan softly when he just barely brushes your clit, and you hear him mumble, “See, you fucking skank, I know exactly where the clit is.”

“Yep, you sure showed her. Now, why don’t you rub it or something.” You whined when his thumb only grazed the sensitive nub again.

“Oh no, I’m gonna do this right,” Blitzø said and began circling your entrance with his middle finger. “Which means I’m gonna draw it out as long as possible.”

You moan loudly when he slides his finger inside of you; your legs fall open impossibly wider as you glare down at him, “You’re an ass.”

“It’s your fault for thinking otherwise, sweetheart.” Blitzø meets your glare with a smirk before leaning down and flicking his forked tongue against your clit. Your hips buck up at the small bit of friction, pushing his finger deeper inside of you and making you grip the sheets tightly.

Using his free hand to hold your hips down against the bed, Blitzø started to pump his finger in and out of you slowly as he dragged his tongue between your folds. Every time the forked tip of his tongue cradled your clit, your hips jerked, and you moaned, no doubt alerting your neighbors to what you were up to.

After a few minutes of this slow torture, Blitzø finally pushed a second finger inside of you, making your back arch, “Oh fuck, Blitz.”

“Yeah, that's right,” Blitzø grunted against your mound, his fingers moving faster inside of you, “You better remember who’s making you feel this good.”

“Blitz your tongue-” You whine, missing the feeling of his mouth on you.

“What about it, sugar?” Blitzø asked, bringing this thumb up to rub agonizingly slow circles against your clit as his fingers continued to fuck into you, curling up just right and hitting your sweet spot. “Awe, does the dumb slut want my tongue on her clit? Are you gonna beg for it?”

You let out a frustrated groan, not wanting to give in to this stupid game but also needing his stupidly long tongue to cum, “Please, Blitz, fuck! Please use your tongue!”

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” You didn’t have to look at the imp to know he was smirking as he said that before he sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the small nub and making you all but scream.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore and reached down, grabbing Blitzø’s horns and pulling his face closer. You felt more than heard his muffled grunt of surprise, the noise vibrating against your sensitive skin and making your legs shake. That all-too-familiar heat began coiling in your abdomen, and you started rocking your hips against him as you moaned, “I’m so close!”

Something suddenly brushing against your left breast, pushing against your neglected nipple, and sending a shiver up your spine caught your attention. You pried your eyes open to see Blitzø had snaked his tail up your body, the flat end of it pressing against your tit until it lifted and came back down with a hard smack.

“Blitz fuck!” You cried out as you came, body overwhelmed with the amount of stimulation.

Blitzø continued his brutal pace as you soaked his face. His fingers still fucked against your g-spot, his tongue still circled your swollen clit, and his tail still smacked against your nipple until you were begging him to stop. He finally pulled away from you with a wet pop and leaned over you with a smirk while he licked his lips.

“So?” He asked, sounding out of breath but looking way more smug than when he showed up, “How was that?”

You panted, completely slumped against your bed, and getting pissed off at the sweaty feeling under your boobs, “That was-”

The sound of a high-pitched barking started blaring from Blitzø’s pocket, and you tilted your head to watch as he quickly pulled his phone out. You knew that was his daughter Loona’s ringtone, so when the imp’s eyes widened impossibly large before he scurried off the bed, you became nervous. “Blitz? Everything okay?”

“Yeah- shit!” Blitzø cursed as he fell off your bed, and you just rolled your eyes, “Yeah, Looney just needs me to pick her up!”

You just sat on your bed and listened as Blitzo ran out of your room and grabbed his jacket, “Okay, well-”

The sound of your front door opening and slamming shut cut you off, leaving you alone again. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, you saw time as a little past one in the morning and sighed. If it weren’t for the wet feeling between your legs and the satisfied ach in your body, it would almost feel like he’d never been at all.

You flopped back down on your bed with a huff, “Asshole.”

I did it guys I finished the fic high me decided I was gonna write😌

[babydollitzel]

Can you do Italian reader X Dally? I love your content and saw you doing the Latina version and was just curious if you could do this one

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dallas Winston x Italian!reader

warnings/extra; no warnings, also no specified gender

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ tysm💕 and sorry I took long and sorry this is so short I quite frankly had no idea what to write. I literally searched up ‘what are Italian people like’ and went with it so I KNOW this is stereotypical🤕

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ

𐙚 You’re a pretty talkative person, always telling stories and stuff so he always has to sit through it and listen.

𐙚 You also talk with a lot of hand gestures, one time he almost got smacked in the face

𐙚 I feel like he’s a fan of pasta so you always make sure to cook him some and he always chomps it down

𐙚 When you guys argue and you start talking Italian out of frustration he always thinks you’re trying to seduce him during the argument

𐙚 Mainly because he thinks the language sounds very romantic but really you were cussing him out

𐙚 Arguments always go straight out the door afterwards

𐙚 You get pretty jealous easily but he likes getting you riled up so he always teases you about it

[hey-august]

Hi hii

Do you also write angst?

If so...I'm genuinely curious on what's your take if Buggy's partner was severely injured and in the verge of death in his arms.

Don't mind me,,just craving a freshly baked Buggy angst 🤡

-soupsprout

Ahhhh, sorry this took a bit!

I love angst, but I've only ever written relationship-angst. Like poor communication skills or intense self-loathing.

This was a fun one to try! Fun and painful! I kinda hurt now! 🥲 I hope it hits the spot for you, @soupsprout

The ending is ambiguous and there isn't comfort because I like the pain, but I have an idea for an uplifting ending and one for a painful ending. LMK if you're interested in hearing about either 😉

Edit: Sad ending here

WC: ~900 Warnings: NSFW - grievous injury & blood, Buggy x GN!reader, established relationship, angst no comfort

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Injuries are inevitable during a fight, and this was a fucking ambush. The crew was bound to collect new wounds and scars when they started at a disadvantage. But when shit hits the fan, they’re relentless. This time, that was a bad fucking trait.

As the din diminished and the ship drifted into eerie post-battle quiet, Buggy found you sitting against a wall. The crewmates you fought alongside were also in various states of reprieve. Leaning on crates, crouching on the ground, some even laying down as they caught their breaths. But none of them were sitting in a growing puddle of blood. None of them looked as ashen as you did. The sticky red hand squeezing your leg told the story.

Ripping his bandana off his head, Buggy sprinted over to you and kneeled on the dirty ground. He peeled your hand back, exposing the gash. This was real bad. The placement was bad. The depth was bad. He could see the surge of blood come and go, following your heartbeats. Biting the hem of his bandana, Buggy tore it into strips and wound them just above the wound. Tight but not too tight - he remembered that much.

You winced as he tied a knot and tried to push his hands away. Adrenaline dulled the pain from the original wound, but all this extra shit was too much.

“Stop,” you whined, smearing blood from your hand to his wrist. 

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Just a little more, okay?”

“Don’t, Buggy…it hurts enough, just leave it.” 

“Fuck, no! Listen, we need to stop the bleeding. I have to…” 

Buggy didn’t know how to tell you that he needed to pack the wound and it was not going to be pleasant. It had been years since he had to dress a wound like this. He didn’t have to do this for himself since eating the goddamn Devil Fruit and his crew had a doctor to tend to the others. Right, a doctor!

Dragging the closest crew member over by the collar of their shirt, Buggy started shouting, “YOU! Go get the doctor, get a medic, fuck - just go get someone! Get fucking Mohji!”

The pirate scrambled to their feet and yanked another mate up to join him in a search for help.

“Mohji?” you repeated with a soft laugh.

“He can help. He takes care of Richie, maybe he knows-”

“I’m not a lion, Buggy. It’s not the same.” 

Your over-dramatic condescending tone could have fooled the pirate into believing you were okay if your voice didn’t shake. If you weren’t talking more with your eyes shut than open. If you hadn’t lost enough blood that it was seeping into the knees of his pants.

“I dunno, you’re as annoying as Richie.” 

You smiled but didn’t respond. 

Buggy glanced around the room, which was nearly empty. The only ones left were the ambushers who didn’t survive and anyone who couldn’t run through the ship. No one had come back with any fucking help, though. 

“Hey, keep your eyes open,” Buggy said, squeezing your cheeks. 

You did what he asked, but it took a few tries. Your eyes fluttered shut more than once before you succeeded in keeping them open.

“M’tired, Buggy,” you said in a low voice. A sad voice. A scared voice.

“You can sleep later. I’ll even let you sleep on my side of the bed, okay? Just stay awake for now. Captain’s orders!”

Another smile, softer than the last one. Even Buggy could hear the desperation cracking in his throat.

“I have to do one more thing to stop the bleeding, alright? It’ll hurt and then you’ll feel better. Take a deep breath for me, okay? You can do that?”

You nodded and inhaled. It was slow and stuttering as you tried to take in as much air as you could. Buggy waited until you were too focused on breathing before jamming a wad of torn fabric into the leaking wound. He winced as you let out a loud groan and your whole body stiffened in pain.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m all done. You did so good.” 

Buggy rushed to comfort you, pressing kisses to your forehead and wiping away the tears falling from your eyes with the back of his hands. Blood didn’t make him nauseous, but the sight of his palms stained red with yours did. Nauseous and nervous.

Your eyes were closed again. He asked you to open them. He asked again. They cracked open just a little. Enough to make him feel better and feel worse.

“Hey, what do you call a lion at the South Pole?”

“What?” Your head tilted and your brows tightened. You were thinking.

Buggy watched your lips move slowly as you repeated his question.

You opened your eyes a little wider and looked at him with as much confusion as you could muster. You shook your head slightly. 

“Oh, you don’t know?” he teased with a big grin. A fake smile to keep you distracted. “Keep thinking about it. If you just can’t figure it out, I’ll tell you when you get better. Alright?”

You mouthed an affirmative response, but didn’t make a sound.

“So it’s a deal? You’ll get better and then I’ll tell you the answer. You gotta get better, though, okay?” 

Buggy grabbed your hands, hoping you couldn’t feel how he was shaking. He wished he couldn’t feel how cold you were.

You nodded and closed your eyes to think.

[wisteriaw0rld]

I’d like to request a Giyu x reader angst, where reader slowly realizes Giyus feelings for Shinobu after being his friend for so long and having feelings for him for so long. And reader finally confesses her feelings to Giyu as she’s dying and Giyu can only comfort her through her last moments but can’t return the same feelings?

Thanks you <3

-ˋˏ ༻only yours༺ ˎˊ- giyuu x reader

✰synopsis: you’ve liked giyuu for a long time. Either he’s always dismissed your feelings or he was just too blunt to realize. Eventually your time is cut.

✰additional tags: fem! reader x giyuu, one sided love, mentions of blood, mentions of death, not proof read!

✰pairing: tomioka giyuu x fem! hashira! reader

“sometimes love is not enough, and the road get’s tough.” -Lana Del Rey

It always hurts knowing that the one person you fell for isn’t attracted to you as you are to them. And it hurts even more to see that instead of you, they’ve chosen one of your closest friends. That had been the exact predicament you were in now. And you had no idea what to do. You already tried multiple times to fall out of love. You tried distancing yourself multiple times yet nothing ever worked.

You knew the Love Hashira focused more on matchmaking, but you still went to her asking for advice to lose your feelings. She only gave you a small rant saying, “why would anyone want such beautiful feelings to leave.”

But anyone would want them to leave the moment they notice they’re not reciprocated.

Once Mitsuri had found out the reason you wanted your feelings to leave, she gave you a small hug and told you that you should still at least try and continue to pursue with your feelings for the water pillar. But that was the last thing you had wanted to do.

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A frown was plastered on your face as you sat on the engawa of the butterfly estate, drinking sencha tea with Kanroji. She was giving you yet another daily rant about how your feelings weren’t worth giving up on. You just nodded at her words, not exactly listening to her or even looking at her.

Instead, you were looking straight ahead, staring at the pillar you had been thinking about for months. And of course, he was conversing with Shinobu. The same girl you soon found out he had a crush on.

It didn’t take long until Mitsuri realized your eyes being on the two pillars. She frowned at the sight, soon after turning back to you, noticing the heartbroken look on your face. She understood how it felt to feel like that. Now, she was beginning to think herself it would be best if you simply gave up on your feelings. Yet another part of her was saying that she shouldn’t let you give up.

“C’mon, Y/n. Let’s head inside.” The Girl gave you a soft yet sad smile as you finally stared up at her. You nodded, setting the cup of tea on the engawa as she took your hand and lifted you up gently.

Before the two of you could fully head inside, you felt another hand grab the one Mitsuri wasn’t holding. You looked back, seeing Giyuu standing there, stopping you from heading inside as he held your hand firmly in his own.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks before you quickly shook it off, knowing it would never happen between the two of you. Not when he liked your best friend.

Mitsuri found herself fan-girling slightly in the back, thinking the complete opposite of what you were thinking.

“Y/n. We’ve been assigned a mission together.” Giyuu stated bluntly before letting go of your hand, making it drop to your side.

Mitsuri’s fan-girling immediately came to a stop as a shocked look was plastered on her face. “How stoic and plain Giyuu!” She judged with a small pout. She looked over at you as you just nodded at giyuu, letting go of the love Hashira’s hand.

“I’ll be back, Mitsuri.”

“Alright! I’ll have tea ready for when you get back. Stay safe!” The Girl replied, enthusiastic as ever before she began heading back inside, giving you a smile and a wave.

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The walk to the destination was short. Usually you would hope for them to be long in hopes of spending more time with giyuu. But you just wanted to get the mission over with and leave as soon as possible. You still loved him, of course. But that was exactly the problem.

Giyuu had soon grown used to your company. And with that, it meant he would actually talk with you. Sometimes, he would even be the one to start the conversation. And he was the one talking the whole time during your run to the small town.

It was unusual for him to be talking to you so much. But you didn’t question it. You enjoyed it as much as you could.

Soon enough, the two you ran into a lower moon demon that some new demon slayers weren’t able to kill with ease. There was no need to send two Hashira’s, right?

Despite being physically weak, the demon had a powerful demon art. It was able to stun someone for a few seconds, all their senses remained however they simply weren’t able to move. It hadn’t been a bad thing to deal with, at first. You had both been able to dodge the attacks easily.

That was until you noticed Giyuu didn’t have his full attention on the demons blood demon art and got stunned. The demon took it as an advantage and immediately lunged towards the hashira. Your eyes widened as you didn’t see the opening thread. But you couldn’t just let the demon attack Giyuu.

You then found yourself jumping on front of Giyuu, raising your blade to attempt to slash the demon in front of you. You saw the demon aiming for an opening, dodging you and heading straight for a small opening to the defenseless hashira behind you. Your eyes widened at this.

Your body swerved to the side, eyes shutting tightly as you felt a harsh singing in your side. You were suddenly picked up by the demon and before you could do anything, it’s demon art was used on you.

You were frozen and you could watch as the demon used its weapon and cut a deep wound in your neck, causing blood to flow out. You felt pain consume you. Thankfully, the art had already worn out on Giyuu and he snuck behind the demon, beheading him quickly with anger evident in his eyes.

The moment the demon was beheaded, Giyuu found himself at your side, holding your body close to his as your eyes slowly began looking more lifeless.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He stated, although it almost sounded like inaudible. It came out as a whisper as he stared at you while you began slowly slipping from life. “I couldn’t protect you.” He muttered out, staring at his close friend who was weak in his arms.

“that doesn’t matter, giyuu.”

“but i-”

“No matter what, I’ll still love you.” You finally admitted, closing your eyes as you didn’t want to look into his eyes. Giyuu remained shocked as his grip on you tightened slightly only to loosen up.

You finally opened your eyes, looking up at how shocked face. “I know I shouldn’t have fallen for you. I hope you do well with Shinobu.” You felt a small sting at the mention of your close friends name. Giyuu felt a single tear slip down his eyes as he took in what you said.

It didn’t take long until your eyes finally closed and your body rested. He hugged you tightly one last time before finding a peaceful spot to finally let you rest.

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Taisho Secret: Before Giyuu liked Shinobu, he liked you. He forced his small feelings away, quickly assuming you didn’t or wouldn’t ever like him back.

A/n: I just read a book called prisoner B-3087. It made me sob like there was no tomorrow. So I was in the mood to write some angst.

[lowkeyrobin]

you asked for tommy request here you go pookie!! 🦕

okay so the whole tommy hates american things, he meets reader online and they dont say where theyre from but boom babey theyre american

but but double whammy they have a very strong southern accent and tommy doesnt understand a word they say

bro straight up just like sits there, chin in hand, admiring reader while they go off but he cant understand a damn thing

top comedy right there imo

okay 🦕 I think you might be a southerner... TRUMP 2024 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!!! 💥💥💥💥 /j

TOMMYINNIT ; southern accent

summary ; you use a voice changer and change your voice with ease, but reveal your accent when you meet him in real life

warnings ; language, American & British stereotypes ig

genre ; fluff

word count ; 856

masterlist

Tommy had this whole bit about hating Americans, which you played into, successfully by never revealing where you were actually from. In honesty, you had a pretty obvious southern accent, but were usually able to hide it or use a voice changer, since you wanted to save the reveal for a meetup in real life.

Somehow, you were able to hide this for nearly five years, tricking Tommy. Although you'd let some friends in on it, and the very early wave of fans as well, most of which probably don't even watch you anymore. But, now you were finally meeting him in the UK.

You obviously would've come much sooner, but life had caught up with you and you went on a half-year hiatus and got busy with school duties around 2021-2022. But, finally, in early 2024, you were finally able to work out a solid two weeks to go to the United Kingdom and meet the blonde after all these years.

No one told you how scary airplanes were, though. Yikes on bikes.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Meeting him was a dream come true, out near the water where you met at the pier, your luggage still with you because it was a solid twenty minute walk to your hotel. The salty sea air brushing against your face, his face, his whole presence in general, the vlog camera with him.

You instantly wrap him in a hug when you see him, and he does the same, lifting you off the ground a bit. You yelp as you feel it and he carefully sets you down, a wide smile on his face. You decide to hide the accent for now, covering it up just for now.

He invites you down to a little library not too far away, wanting you to be able to drop your stuff off safely and go eat, considering you both needed food. You agree and begin making the walk towards your hotel using Google Maps, taking in the scenery and new culture you'd been surrounded with.

In no time, you're at the library, sitting in the back with wraps in your hands, talking and relaxing in the empty music corner away from other patrons.

"No, and the lady in front of me starts making a fuss, and the other girl said "Don't make me turn into Danielle Bregoli!", Ma'am, what??"

"What?" He laughs, almost spitting out some of his food as he covers his mouth.

"Like I'll go get a fucking cowboy hat, put it on, and it'll probably scare you away!" You say, purposefully letting your accent slip out through your lips, giggling in the process.

The blonde blinks rapidly, trying to figure out what you said. "Sorry, what?"

You quickly clasp a hand over your mouth and smile, your words muffled as you spoke. "I'm from America, Tommy. I have a natural southern accent" You laugh, "I've been just covering it up and using a voice changer all these years"

"Just when I thought you reached the lowest of lows!" He smiles, playing into the joke, "I have no idea what you're saying"

"You can't understand my redneck ways? You fuckin' democrats... Trump 2024!!"

Tommy takes a moment, still unable to understand your accent, just listening to you talk. He has his chin in his free hand, watching you use your hands to speak while you smile and giggle, playing into the Americans versus British joke.

He genuinely can't understand a word you're saying, but he finds it adorable in a way. This is the way you really spoke, and you were comfortable enough to do it with him, and he honestly found it funny as well. He sets his wrap down on top of the paper bag it came in, running a hand through his hair as he stares at you with loving eyes.

You drifted the conversation from biscuit-eating-Brits and the American economy and lack of human rights back to stories about the airport and airplane trip to him, having a dozen stories to tell. It was a nightmare, really.

"No, I never knew how fucking expensive airport food is! I should've eaten before going, I thought it would've been more convenient to eat there, but no, apparently not. And some guy at the salad bar at the airport kept staring at me all weird for no reason. Like, you're jealous, I know, but doesn't excuse staring, my guy"

Tommy smiles and giggles, barely able to understand you. He uses his internal dictionary to unravel some words, but not all that much. He finds it ironic how you can always decode his British slang but he can't understand a word you're saying in the moment, but he feels a sort of serenity in it.

A wave of dopamine crashes against the shore of his brain, causing him to giggle as you make a little explosion sound and use your hands to imitate the boom. You see him smiling and giggling, assuming he can completely understand you.

Rule one of TommyInnit, teach him southern accent before meeting him, he has zero idea what you're saying.

[nats-revival]

Au: You're a famous popstar on tour, and Abby is one of your backup dancers. You guys get very touchy and flirty during certain songs, and the fans start to notice how playful you're both being with each other. You guys try to hold back from each other, but eventually, you get together and fall for each other.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ | 𝙖. 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

tags: kinda.. loser!abby-ish??, making out, minor touching, yearning for eachother, no smut, would this be fluff?, idk if it is, happy ending, alternate universe - no outbreak, in our popular era!!, LOTS of tension (that’s kinda poorly written), i literally know nothing of how a stage crew works, ive only seen two movies about how tours work, so bare with me

a/n: AYEEEE MUST BE THE MONAAYYYY!! im trying something a lil different (but like.. not rlly..) also!!! this is my first time ever fulfilling a request!!! i hope this is good.. i haven’t written anything for a while. also also!!! i litcherally just remembered this song existed today and (a lil lore), originally i was gonna title this dont stop the music (like the rihanna song) but then this crossed my mind and i translated the lyrics and it just.. fits!!!! 😄 ok last thing, this is the outfit inspo for this fanfic! latrice is sooo pretty and this outfit is fire!!!

The ticket lines were flowing with people, like, lots of them. More than you’d ever seen during your tour. Tonight’s show was in Seattle. Your set started in fifteen minutes and you and your team were going through the logistics of how things would go. You stand there, hands on your hips as you keep a straight and serious face while lending a listening ear, giving a few nods from time to time. Abby couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. Her eyes kept tracing over you. The entirety of you. The oversized denim, the Calvin Klein print across your thong, the black top looking just perfect against your skin, everything drove her insane. She’d have to thank your stylists personally the next time she saw them because each time she found herself looking at you, her face would heat up. A loud clap from the director snapped her out of her trance. She followed the other backup dancers, who were also following you. Before entering the stage, you take a breath and hope for the best.

   You take a few steps on the large stage, smiling as the crowd roars in cheers and applause. You wave as you approach your mic. Your in-ears had already been in and you were waiting for the signal to begin your set. Before this, you thank the crowd for coming and some other things before it begins. It starts off slow, a soft song that hadn’t required much choreography was sung. Your voice had the crowd entranced, smiling and recording you. The band played in the same smooth and entrancing manner you had already set. After the song concludes, you begin moving to your position for the next song. “Song begins in 3.. 2.. 1..” the woman in your in-ears said as a metronome ticked at the same beat of the song. The lights on stage turn red, smoke rises from the stage. The song was sensual and provocative, your voice was smooth (as always) and siren-like. You and Abby find yourself dancing up against each other. Caught up in your song, your hand snakes around her waist as you sing the provocative lyrics to her with half lidded eyes and a small smile. Abby panicked internally. She curses under her breath as you sing to her. Her body heats up and her heart rate increases. She heard the loud noise of squealing and applauding from the crowd. She felt dizzy as you and her parted ways momentarily as you continued singing. Your touch sear on her skin, 1000 degrees is what it felt like to her. Your hands lingered on her body way longer than you practiced. And god, those eyes she gives you. They made you feel a little dizzy. Those green eyes under the red light, the strands of blond hair sticking to her forehead, the way her eyes fluttered whenever she made eye contact with you made your heart flutter. It seemed so unreal, the way her large hands rested on your body whenever the move called for it or how she smiled at you nervously when you got a little too close. Anyone with eyes could see that you both had some kinda feelings for eachother. And this definitely wouldn’t be easy to forget.

   The concert went on for what seemed like forever before you were on your last song. You and the rest of your dancers stand in the middle of the stage, attempting to catch your breath as you hold your ending pose. Abby looks at you and you look at her. The tension from before begins to rise again. It was palpable. “You don’t know what you do to me.” Abby whispered, only for your ears. “I know exactly what I do to you, Abby.” You respond with a smile. After a few more seconds, you finally exit the stage with everyone else. You enter your dressing room, closing the door behind you as you take a few photos of yourself, uploading them to social media before scrolling through your notifications. As usual, they were full of mentions, comments, and likes. They were also full of your little.. moments on stage with Abby. Your body becomes hot as you watch it over. You loved the way she looked at you. Like you were some sort of goddess. Or like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. You find yourself smiling at your phone as you read your comments from your fans talking about the tension between the two of you. 

   As Abby sat with the other dancers, all she could think about was you. “God, you’ve got it bad, Abby.” One woman with curly hair says as she looks at her for a moment, then playfully rolls her eyes. “I’ve got it bad?” Abby acted clueless, but she knew exactly what the woman meant. “Oh shut up, don’t play dumb with. I see exactly how the two of you look at eachother. If you like her that much then you should just like, tell her or something.” The woman suggested with a shoulder shrug, then picking up her phone and texting with someone. In a perfect world, Abby would’ve already asked you out, and she would’ve already been your girlfriend. But she didn’t want you to think she was like, weird or something. “I mean.. the worst she could say is no, right?” Abby mumbles to herself. “Eeexactly. Now go.” The woman suggested with a smile.

   And after that little push, she walks to your dressing room. Her hand trembled on the doorknob. That was just her nerves trying to pull her back into the other room. Her hands become clammy along with her nerves. But Abby’s boots definitely weren’t quiet, and you’d already known she was there. “The doors unlocked.” You yell out to her. “..Goddamnit.” She mumbled to herself as she opened the door, walking in and closing it. You were still looking down at your phone for a moment before you turned it off and look over at her. “Hey.” “Hi.” You smile at her. “So uh, what brings ya here?” “Just wanted to check on you that’s all, but if you’re busy I’ll just go—“ Her hand darts towards the doorknob and you stand up and stop her. “No.. stay. I’m not busy.” Abby never listened to someone so fast. Her eyes meet yours and she looks around the door nervously. There was a small smile on her face. You found her nervous smile cute. You place your hand on her face, gently turning her face to look at you.

   “Keep those pretty eyes on me, Abby.” You whisper to her as you look her in the eyes. Her face heats up again as you speak to her in that soft voice. “God.. why do you do this to me?” She asked as she looked at you. Her eyes linger on your lips and then returning to your eyes. For the time she’d become acquainted with you, never did she think she’d be here feeling so tempted to ask you out. “Abby..” You whispered to her again as you looked at her, getting a little closer to her. “I like you.” “I like you too. Please let me kiss you.” She sounded so needy, and you couldn’t just ignore that voice. Almost in an instant, you crash your lips against hers. It just felt so.. right. And so natural. Her hands gently touch your arm, then your back. She drags her hand up your back and gently resting it on the back of your neck. Her touch left goosebumps across your skin. God she was so gentle, and it drove you crazy. Your hand finds itself entangled in her hair that was wavy, not being in its usual braid. She let out a little whine the more she kissed you. Slowly she pushes her tongue into your mouth, and they dance furiously, intertwining in a passionate dance for a few more seconds before she pulls away to catch her breath. 

   You both look at eachother breathlessly. That moment alone had solidified that you had in fact fallen for eachother. “Again.” Abby says, and you nod before you begin making out again. You stumble towards a small soft. Abby sits down and you straddle her lap. Your lips were on hers for a few moments before moving to her neck. You move slowly, making her wait. Her hands rest on your hips, and occasionally slide up and down your thighs. “God, you have no idea how bad I've wanted this. Watching you all that time, the way you look at me, that voice of yours. It drives me crazy.” For the duration of the tour, you had been restricting yourself. They say not to mix love with your work life, and in some cases it would make sense. But how could you ever do that for a girl this irresistible? Of course Abby restrained herself in the same manner because she didn’t wanna ruin things between the two of you, but now you were here and you had no intention whatsoever about going back to the way things were. Every wall you’d built up had been smashed down by the flurry of emotions Abby brought to you with her touch, her voice, and her want for you. There was no ‘line’ that you could or couldn’t cross, because.. the world is infinite. And in this moment, you felt infinite. And it was all because of her. Your lips trail back up to hers for a moment before she pulls away to say something. “I swear, after this tour, I’ll properly ask you out.” Abby declares as she looks at you. “I can’t wait. I want to be with you now. Abby, I want to be your girlfriend.” You admit as you look her in the eyes. A part of her hadn’t expected that. Her eyes widen a little in shock before she smiled at you. “.. Alright then. We’re officially girlfriends.” She said with a smile before you lean down to kiss her again.

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The commotion downstairs didn't seem to die down as you and Muichiro made it back in your room. Everything was still the same as it was, including the fort!

"MUICHIRO! In there!" You pushed the boy inside and grabbed an extra blanket before joining him.

You tossed it over the both of you and lay down.

"You're going to sleep?" He asked.

"Not really. Just laying down." You replied.

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A bit of time had passed until Muichiro joined you on the floor as his mind wandered to somewhere else.

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"Muichiro." He perked up his head.

It was Yuichiro.

"Is Y/N still not talking to you?" He asked his brother.

"Actually it was me not talking to her.. But no not anymore." He responded back.

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Muichiro's mind had went back to the time where you three technically had a fall out (kinda) and didn't really talk for a day.

But that's not the only thing that kept his mind replaying back to that day.

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"So am I correct?" Yuichiro asked the boy.

They were both now in their room.

Muichiro is on the bottom bunk while Yuichiro is on the top, peeking down at Muichiro.

"Correct about what?"

"Your feelings duh." Yuichiro rolled his eyes.

It caused Muichiro to sigh and roll over to face the wall.

"Feelings about?"

"Stop acting dumb, you already know."

"No."

"Yes.."

"I literally don't know."

Yuichiro muttered under his breath as he rest his head back on his bed.

"I'm talking about Y/N dumbass."

The room then got quiet.

"So?"

"So what.." Muichiro mumbled.

"You like her." Yuichiro replied.

"I'm suppose to, she's my best friend."

Yuichiro laughed a bit at his response.

"You like her more than a best friend."

His brother mumbled yet again

"What if I said I liked her as well?" He brought up.

It got quiet for a while until Yuichiro felt a hard kick on his back from Muichiro.

"You don't, stop saying stuff like that."

It caused Yuichiro to smirk a bit.

"Okay. To put my words simple, better confess to her soon or else someone might get at her first. ..Like me."

Another kick was brought to boy's back.

"I said stop Yuichiro."

A stern Muichiro replied.

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"Muichiro did you go brain dead on me?"

"What." His head turned to face you.

"You started to stare off at the ceiling which is technically normal for you but this one was different." You said. "Are you okay?".

"I am." He answered, facing away.

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"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"I have a question."

"And that is?"

He turned to face you.

"Do you like someone?"

The question caught you off guard.

"Huh?"

"Answer it."

"Um, I don't know..?"

"You don't know if you like someone?"

You looked away with a huff.

"Because it's complicated okay."

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"Do you like someone?" You asked, taking the attention off you.

Muichiro thought about his answer, should he be honest?

"Yes."

The answer shocked you.

"Oh.."

Now it was quiet.

"So.. who is it?" You asked.

"Um.." Muichiro didn't know how to answer this question.

"You don't need to answer." You mumbled.

The mood in the room got a bit gloomy now.

Then Muichiro thought of a way to maybe make you realize who it is, without actually saying it.

"You know the person I like, people always thought we were dating." He mumbled.

"Oh..?" You replied back. Too deep in your own sorrows to understand that he's literally talking about your own fans.

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He notice it's not going anyway so he decided to just be open.

"Y/N.. sit up please." He said as he got up.

Following his words, you did.

"Listen because I'm not going to say it again."

"Okay.."

"Do you like anyone?" He asked again.

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"I don't know.." You mumbled, staring at your lap.

You took a look at his face to see that it was just blank but deep down he was literally scared out of his mind.

You then felt the need to play with his sleeve, the habit you have whenever he's near you.

"Well.." He started causing you to look up at him.

"While you try to figure out your feelings I had a lot of time to figure out mine and I'm gonna be real with it." He said.

"Okay.." You replied.

"It's you."

You blink.

"Me what?"

"Are you slow? It's been you, I always liked you. Why did you think I said 'people thought we were dating' I was clearly talking about us." He blankly said, throwing a bit of sass in it.

"Oh.. Oohh.." You let out, now understanding the situation, a huge smile found its way onto your face.

I don't think your smile could've gotten any bigger yet it did as you began to forcefully shake Muichiro from his shoulders.

"I ALSO LIKE YOU AS WELL! Like a lot but I was scared to say. I figured out WAYY before." You happily said.

"Really.."

"YEP!"

"I LIKE, LIKE YOU!" You continued shaking the poor boy.

"Okay, I get it."

You stopped shaking him but brought him into a hug, squeezing the life out of him.

He may not show it but he was almost as happy as you are.

"Okay enough you're killing me.."

"No." Was your last words as you shoved your face in his neck.

To your surprise, he returned the hug but with the same force you have on him, resting his chin on your head.

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ANONYMOUS LEAKS PICTURES OF BTS’ JUNGKOOK AND BLACKPINK’S NARI

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THIS IS FICTIONAL.

Alleged new photos of BLACKPINK's Nari and BTS's Jungkook are being spread online at a rapid rate.

On January 1st, Dispatch revealed that Nari and Jungkook were dating. Yesterday, Big Hit Music confirmed the two to be dating.

Today, a now suspended Twitter user with the username anonymouss339 posted a thread of photos, alleging it was Nari and Jungkook.

The first set of photos were from a security camera.

They then later added with more photos, “Nari, I told you to stop seeing him. You hid from me and said you were over. Only for a loser to catch you and post it for the whole world to see. You wouldn’t be in this position if you just listened. Tsk…”

Many netizens are currently raising concerns that Nari or Jungkook may have had their iCloud accounts hacked. Fans are currently demanding that YG Entertainment and Big Hit Music seek legal consequences for the hackers involved.

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[ +3829, -1039 ] So shameless…

[ +3758, -1494 ] Told you she was a wh*re ㅋㅋㅋ

[ +3588, -293 ] This is concerning … they told Nari to break up with Jungkook?? Is this that same sasaeng … YG take action!!!

[ +3122, -499 ] Idols deserve privacy and a life, too.

[ +2877, -293 ] Poor Nari, dealing with this all alone …

[ +2134, -849 ] How did Korea’s Most Loved become Korea’s Most Hated in a matter of days ㅋㅋㅋ

[ +1838, -384 ] If I was her, I’d never show my face again. Stay in France!!!

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Welcome, welcome! This is Jackalope’s official Tumblr account! How am I accessing the internet? … Don’t worry about that. Let’s skip all the questions for now- I should properly introduce myself first, right? Although, I’m sure you’ve already heard of someone as amazing as me!

Character info ; Jackalope, Age unknown not a rabbit

Mod info ; Mairu/Kyoi He/they, genderfluid Can be found at @whats-it-mean

(( Psst! The mod will most likely project their own headcannons onto this character- with so little information on him, how can they not? ))

Blog rules ; ˎˊ˗ No NSFW… I’m sure there are plenty of young ladies fawning over me right this second, but let’s keep it PG-13, shall we? ˎˊ˗ General DNI criteria ˎˊ˗ Proship/Comship DNI ˎˊ˗ Really, people, let’s just keep things civil- Please, don’t go stirring up drama.

Tagging index ; ˎˊ˗ Anything for the fans! ; Non-rp blog interactions ˎˊ˗ Listen up fans! ; General text posts ˎˊ˗ I have better things to be doing! ; rp/prisoner interactions ˎˊ˗ Would the great Jackalope really say that!? ; OOC posts/modposting ˎˊ˗ Let's not go there! ; TW/CW post ˎˊ˗ A spell cast!? ; Magic anon effects ₊⁺ A fan? ; non-rp blogs ₊⁺ A secret admirer? ; anons ₊⁺ 000 ; Es ₊⁺ 001 ; Haruka ₊⁺ 002 ; Yuno ₊⁺ 003 ; Fuuta ₊⁺ 004 ; Muu ₊⁺ 005 ; Shidou ₊⁺ 006 ; Mahiru ₊⁺ 007 ; Kazui ₊⁺ 008 ; Amane ₊⁺ 009 ; Mikoto (+ other system members) ₊⁺ 010 ; Kotoko ₊⁺ …Do i know you? ; Rei ₊⁺ …Aren't you dead!? ; Mrs. Kirisaki

Now that we’ve got introductions out of the way, you can go ahead with those praises I just know you were holding back…

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“Quiero recuperar mi máscara” - I want to get my mask back

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Veda is scheduled to be on Roh tonight and she is going to fight Robyn Renegade, you knew Veda when you started wrestling even before, you met her at a bar on a random night and got along very quickly. You entered the arena with your friend Griff Garrison rolling your suitcase to your separate locker rooms. When you both get in your gear you both meet up in the catering area and sit at a table, you look over at him “you fight tonight?” “no just a promo, you?” “no but I'm here just in case shit gets changed.”

He had a cereal bar that he didn’t finish so you guys decided to share it while watching the show until Maria came and got him, you look up at her “hi Maria” “hi love” she said nicely. She let him say bye before they went to Lexy for the backstage promo, you ate the rest of your cereal bar as you watched Griff. You listened as he gave his promo that was targeted at Angelico “over the past few weeks you have failed and failed again to beat me for the mask of your partner Serpentico” he laughed smartly.

Maria held up the mask as he continued talking “when I-” he got cut off by Serpentico and Angelico walking into frame, “Quiero recuperar mi máscara” Serpentino said annoyed that he can’t get it back. Griff laughed at him “Okay how about this? If you can beat me in this match coming up I’ll give you your mask back, but you are banned from ringside” he said the last part looking at Angelico. Serpentico looked over at Angelico to get advice from him “go for it you got it, you don’t need me to be there to get a win.”

Serpentico looks over at Angelico and nods so Angelico looks over at Griff “he accepts” when he replied Griff and Maria laughed walking away as Angelico said to Serpentico “It’s ok you got this.”  When Griff was done he came back to join you again which made you look up at him “Look at you growing without Cole” “shut up” he joked sitting back down with you. You both continued to watch the show; right now it’s Athena fighting Aleah James with Billie Starkz out there with Athena; Aleah is also someone you’ve became close with wrestling for the Indies.

When the match was over you look closer to the tv to see Veda again which makes you smile big, you haven’t seen her since that night you guys became friends. You watched her match closely; she was in control, Robyn was in control, and so on; what got you concerned was when Robyn hit her with a forearm that looked like it hurt like hell which made you squirm in your seat. Veda got the win but once the bell rang for the finish Robyn’s sister Charlette ran down to the ring from the crowd punching Veda with Robyn.

You got up from the table rushing out there to help her and once you came into view the fans cheered loud. You got into the ring tackling Charlette while Veda got control of Robyn, you picked up Charlette headbutting her making her fall to the mat rolling out the ring and Veda clotheslined Robyn out the ring. You looked over at her as she looked at you; you nodded your head with respect then rolled out the ring going backstage again. Veda rolled out the ring catching up to you backstage “hey, can I ask you something” “What’s up?”

“Why did you help me out there?” “Remember we met at that bar?” “yeah?” “you was nice to me then and did me a favor so that’s me repaying you” “thank you” “anytime” you say as you both go in different directions. Over the past few months you and Veda have gotten closer and closer, today was an off day so you spent the night at her house for fun. She looks over at you “Do you date Griff?” “As in Griff Garrison?” “Yes” “no why?” “Just curious” “oh no I don’t, he’s just my guy best friend” you smile.

“Do you like him?” “Oh heavens no I see him as just friends” “Does he like you?” “honestly I don’t know I never really asked him” you answered now curious yourself. You look over at her “how come you asked?” “just curious” “you sure?” “yeah” “is something wrong?” you ask, turning to her now concerned. “Do you need to talk about something?” “I guess” “go ahead talk, I’ll listen” you happily said. She turned to face you “I don’t know, It’s just that I kind of feel a way about someone and I don’t know if It’s fake or real.”

She continued “I don’t know if I just like them just so I can have them to myself or if I am genuinely starting to like them” “how do you feel around them?” “I feel happy, nervous, amazing, excited, warm, etc. you name it I feel it” “to me it sounds like you really do like them, why don't you try asking them out on a date to help you decide how you feel, maybe that’ll help” “thanks Y/n” “no problem” you smile. She looks at you seriously “Y/n?” “Yes Veda?” “A date this friday?” “You like me?”

“Yeah” “why didn’t you tell me?” “I don’t know, I just got nervous and I guess that fear of you looking at me differently because of it” “Veda love, I would never look at you differently because of it you know that. I’ll still love you regardless” "thank you” she said as you both smiled. “Do you need me to help by going on the date with you?” “Please?” “It’s a plan” you both agree. After the date that happened you both enjoyed it and agreed to go on more and the the more you went on you realized something.

You actually started to fall for Veda yourself so you both decided to make it official. Ever since you guys made it official you both have been so much happier and it’s noticeable. You both have been going on more dates weekly just to get out the house but in reality you both hated to be away from each other for so long; or when you don’t work. Around the 4 year mark the two of you decided to get a house together to test if marriage would be possible in the future, and also got a puppy to raise together because why not.

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❀ ˎˊ- prompt: jiaoqiu had been content to quietly love you as your best friend, but his patience gets tested when he sees an IPC outlander blatantly ignore your boundaries. ❀ ˎˊ- jiaoqiu x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 816 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: implied sexual harassment but like its vague asf u dont even know what ipc bro did ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: jiaoqiu makes another ipc man shit himself. i think this should be a running joke because honestly? i think its the funniest thing ever. you go king. do a crime. i support you. ❀ ˎˊ- taglist: @sh0jun , @themoderatelyawesomeninja , @xphantasmagoriax , @rainswept , @lucensei , @akutasoda , @naraven , @scribs-dibs , @apathicace ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

It’s not often that Jiaoqiu scares you.

You’ve known him for a while after all. While he can be rather mischievous and, admittedly, sadistic, at his core Jiaoqiu is a soft-hearted individual who cares deeply for his friends and coworkers.

You know Jiaoqiu would never hurt you, nor would he ever intend to. The most he’d ever resort to was a petty prank or a swift smack of his fan to your face if he was especially exasperated.

You know this, but the way Jiaoqiu’s currently gripping his knife and dismembering mushrooms with a spiteful fervor makes you keep a safe distance away from him.

“Jiao-ge -” You flinch as his head nearly cracks at a 90-degree-angle. “Sorry. Uh, I know you like spice and all, but- isn’t that a little too much, even for you?”

Jiaoqiu smiles coldly. “Nonsense. There is no such thing as ‘too much spice’. Besides, I’m sure our little ambassador-” there’s a venomous bite in his voice at that word, “-can handle at least this much.”

You glance at the bubbling hotpot that’ll soon be served to the IPC ambassador in a few minutes. It looks like something that was vomited by a demon that had crawled up from the deepest parts of hell. The bubbles that pop and burst in a vicarious red are almost menacing in their behavior.

A sigh leaves you.

“Gege-” you shake your head, placing a hand to your temple, “-I know you’re angry, but he’s still a guest. We have to treat him with the respect he deserves.”

“Who said I was angry?” Jiaoqiu slams the knife’s blade into the final mushroom with a thud, without so much as a single glance away from you. “All I am doing is giving our dear guest a taste of traditional Yaoqing cuisine.”

“Uh-huh.” You deadpan. “Is that why you’re throwing in ghost peppers too? You do realize that we’re also going to have to eat this, right? As does Feixiao.”

“Feixiao can handle it, as can you.”

“But he can’t.”

For a sliver of a second, Jiaoqiu’s eyes peek open, revealing a slit pupil in a cold topaz gem. Their corners crinkle slightly as his smile grows with sinister glee. With a flick of his ears, he gives you a look before returning to his preparation.

He moves on from the mushrooms and begins slicing apart the meat to be used in the hotpot, this time with a much gentler and more controlled motion. Deciding that it was now safe (or at least, safer) to approach, you take a few tentative steps towards the silently seething Foxian.

“Listen- I’m not happy about the way he treated me either,” you start, cautiously putting a hand on his shoulder. “But this is a matter of diplomacy. Tricks like these…”

“Calling this a ‘trick’ makes it sound like a childish prank,” Jiaoqiu interrupts. “When in reality, it is a lesson. Folks like him won’t learn unless they’re forced to, you know.”

You roll your eyes. “You mean you just want to see him in pain for your own sense of justice.”

He chuckles.

“Who knows?”

“Why are you so worked up about this anyways?” Leaning your face onto his shoulder, Jiaoqiu’s hair tickles at your face as you idly watch him prepare the meat. “It’s unlike you to be so... spiteful. You know he’ll be out of our hair by tomorrow.”

Behind you, you feel the fluff of his tail as it sways in agitation.

“It goes without saying that I hate seeing you be treated like that,” says Jiaoqiu after a brief moment of silence. “And the way that you’re expected to simply stand there and- take it, it infuriates me. Being forced to watch you suffer and not being able to do anything about it is - quite frankly, it’s one of the worst feelings in the world.”

He heaves a heavy sigh. Frustration bleeds into his tone, and yet his voice is gentler, softer. His tail comes up to touch your waist tenderly, before he lets it drop back to its natural position.

“I care about you.” It’s a simple sentence, but it’s the way Jiaoqiu says it that makes you feel as if it is more, so much more than just that. “You know that you’re one of the most important people in my life.”

He turns his head, and presses it to yours fleetingly. His hand stills, knife paused in the glistening meat.

“So let me do this small favor for you, hm?”

“Small favor?” you snort, shaking your head against him. “You call giving a foreign ambassador a nearly lethal dose of chili a ‘small favor’?”

“Please, this is nothing.” Jiaoqiu lifts his head and returns to the cutting board. “If it eases your mind, I’ve decided to half the dosage of laxatives in his tea to compensate for the spice.”

You blink.

“You halved what?”

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[manor-tea-time]

Sands of Time Warm-Up Event: Pip’s Night Adventure! (Finale)

Pip glanced back at the lamp smith for a moment, sheer panic overwhelming him as he saw how frantic the other was to get the both of them away from the box. It was a silent communication, but one Pip could understand fairly well. They needed to run.

As the pair rushed down the hallway, Pip made the mistake of taking a glance back behind him. Briefly seeing what he could only describe as the fog slowly forming into someone - or something. A mysterious being that was now following behind them eerily calm. Almost as though they knew the pair could only run for so long. A new wave of fear crashed over Pip at the thought. He tried to force himself to run faster and get further away from whoever he'd seen.

"Something's following us! What do we do?" Pip yelled to the lamp smith. Watching the man take a quick glance down the hall as well before pointing to one of the doors down the hall. They could hide in there! After scrambling into the room, the two of them made quick work of locking the door behind them. However, it could only do so much as the door soon began rattling on its hinges. The creature had found them.

"Quick, hide in here." Wayne ushered Pip into a small closet, quickly closing the door behind them. Hesitance briefly crossed his face as they brought the old trunk lock out of their pocket. "Stay quiet, alright? I'll be sure to get you out of here as soon as this creature gets bored and leaves us be."

Pip was barely able to hear the click of the lock clicking into place before the sounds of the rest of the room turned into utter chaos. More of the strange dust filled the room, the distorted clicking of footsteps and humming following soon after. He felt dizzy listening to it all, desperately trying to fan away whatever on the dust had filtered its way into the closet. Maybe breathing it in was what was making him feel so drowsy. That combined with everything else, it was almost like it was all some sort of twisted lullaby.

Pip strained his hearing as he tried to further decipher what was happening. There was talking now. Mr. Stricktland sounded upset - almost like he was about to cry. The other person's voice was too faint for him to catch between his own battle for consciousness. Alas, he was only able to faintly hear a thud before his eyes fell shut.

Perhaps for the best though. As now the young hero can now see this all as a bizarre nightmare once he awakens back in his bed.

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Thank you guys for participating/reading! This was a fun writing exercise to play with y'all. Sands Of Time (Part 2) will be released directly after this event so keep your eyes peeled!!! It has to do with our dear chest friend!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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me too ˎˊ˗

bi!peter parker x bi fem!reader

word count 1.5k

summary you and peter seemed to both have confessions to tell each other…at the same time.

warnings slight mentions of anxiety, one cuss word and just pure fluff !

authors note IM BACK !! i’m so so sorry i haven’t been active i’ve been super busy but i miss writing and posting on here sm ! alsooo happy pride month !! u all are so loved and valid and i hope u enjoy this fic to celebrate <33

you couldn’t sleep.

after what felt like hours of restless tossing and turning and even trying to calm your crowded mind with rain noises, you just couldn’t stop the thoughts in your head.

you quickly sat up from your bed and huffed in frustration.

you ran your hands through your hair and tried to slow down your breathing to hopefully slow down your thoughts.

i need to tell him. i need to tell him. you thought.

recently, you’ve been stressing about whether or not you should tell your boyfriend, peter, about…well…your feelings.

you’ve figured out your sexuality for quite awhile now but just haven’t told anyone. it was scary to come to terms with your sexuality so the thought of telling someone feels like a nightmare.

it’s literally been keeping you up at night.

since it’s the beginning of June, pride month, you’ve seen a lot of people come out to their loved ones or are just comfortable with who they are.

it made you so happy to see people love themselves and just love who they want.

and while there is no rush, you feel that it’s finally time to tell peter about your bisexuality.

although peter is supportive in everything you do and is quite literally your #1 fan, you were still scared.

will he think of me differently? will he still love me?

yes, some of the thoughts you were overthinking were stupid; peter is amazing.

yet, you couldn’t get these thoughts out of your mind.

you reached over to your nightstand and turned on the lamp while grabbing your phone as well.

when you unlocked your phone, you noticed a text from peter from a minute ago.

peter: just finished patrolling for the night! can i come over? i’ll pick us up some delmar’s :)

you sighed. it’s not like you didn’t want peter to come over, you loved being around him.

you were just scared because you knew you wanted to tell him and now’s the time.

you: that sounds perfect <3 cant wait x

after you sent your last text, you threw your phone to god knows where and squealed in your pillow.

how do i tell him? just straight up or have him guess?

least to say, you were frustrated.

while you waited for peter’s arrival, you scrolled through TikTok and saw some coming out videos pop out on your feed. there were cakes, sweater weather, bisexual audios, you name it.

but what stuck out to you the most was their reactions. they seemed so happy and proud for their loved one and they seemed so free.

you smiled at the videos. tapping from the window then interrupted you.

you turned around from where you were laying and saw peter in his spidey suit smiling at you while holding up some delmar’s. 

he’s so precious.

you smiled back at him as you got up and walked towards your window. you opened it and peter crawled inside. 

“hey baby.” peter sighed as he got in. 

“hey.” you replied while leaning into him, giving him a hug.

“got your favorite!” peter said as he pulled away from the hug placing the delmar’s bag down on your desk.

you just smiled while nervously fiddling with your hands. peter took notice of this.

“how was patrolling?” you finally said.

“uh it was alright. i missed you though.” peter smiled nervously while scratching the back of his neck.

you looked down at your fiddling hands.

why was this so...awkward?

“well, how about you get comfy and then we can listen to Harry Styles’ new album while we eat?” you suggested trying to break the awkward silence.

“sounds great.” peter chuckled. 

while he walked over to your closet where he left his clothes, you sat on your bed turning on the TV.

“y/n what’s your top three off Harry’s House?” peter asked while he was changing.

“hmm,” you thought. “that’s hard they’re all so good!”

“correct answer. i love late night talking though,” he replied.

you smiled, clicking on the album and having it play in the background. 

peter then joined you on your bed with the delmar’s. 

“here you go.” peter said as he passed you your sandwich. 

i think i should tell him now. no wait, maybe later? 

as your thoughts continued going back in forth, you fiddled with your hands more staring off into the distance.

peter took a deep sigh then noticed your nervous state.

“hey, you okay? you’ve been acting all nervous since i got here.” peter voiced.

“just got some stuff on my mind.” you mumbled, still looking down at your hands.

“hey,” he started, placing his hand on yours to stop the fiddling, “talk to me.” 

you looked up at him, finally looking into his eyes. 

i have to tell him now.

you got out of your bed and paced around your room, peter looking at you confused.

“y/n,” peter started, furrowing his eyebrows.

“i uh- i have to tell you something.” you interrupted, still pacing around your room. 

“y/n you’re scaring me. what is it?” peter looked up at you both confusion and fear in his eyes.

he also overthought a lot.

you stopped and looked at him. you sighed and walked over to kneel in front of your bed. 

“um- please peter before i tell you this,” you started, words starting to tremble. “please don’t think of me any differently.”

you looked up at him as he looked at you with the same confused look.

despite this confusion, he nodded. 

you let out a breath. 

“god, i don’t even know how to start,” you chuckled, nervously running your hands through your hair. 

peter placed his hand on yours, a gesture to let you know he was there for you no matter what.

you squeezed his hand a bit.

“well, you know how i like boys? well obviously but- um- i also kind of like girls? well, not kind of i really like girls. but like i also really like you. i mean more then like but you know what i mean.” you rambled. you couldn’t even look at peter.

“ugh what i’m trying to say is, i’m bisexual.” you sighed. you then got the courage to look up at him. 

you couldn’t point out his expression.

and that scared the shit out of you. 

“fuck um- forget i said any of that.” you gulped while standing up, letting go of his hand and turning away from him. 

“wait, y/n.” he called as he followed you and turned you around to look at him.

your head stayed down.

“look i’m sorry. it’s just been on my mind and i had to tell you or else i literally would have exploded. but now i regret saying anything. i just ruined everything.” you apologized, still looking down at your hands.

after what felt like years of silence, peter just chuckled. 

you shot your eyes up at him, confused about why he was laughing?

“y/n, baby.” peter started, getting closer to you. “can i tell you something?”

you nodded slowly, still very confused. 

“me too.” 

“peter, what?” you huffed out in frustration.

“i uh,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “i also like boys and girls.”

your eyes widened.

“wait, what? you’re bi?” you questioned in disbelief.

peter smiled softly and nodded. 

you stood there for a few moments just looking at each other absorbing what had just happened.

until you pulled him into a tight hug. 

he held you close to him and sighed in comfort.

you both smiled to yourselves. feeling so free.

“did we really just come out at the same time?” you chuckled softly, breaking the silence.

peter let out a small laugh. 

“yeah, i guess we did.”

after a few moments of hugging, you two sat back on the bed. 

“you don’t know how hard it was to tell you that,” you said after taking a bite out of your sandwich. 

“how did you think i was going to react?” he questioned. 

“i don’t know. i was just overthinking i guess.” you shrugged.

“well, i’m proud of you,” he said placing his hand on yours. you smiled softly at this gesture.

“and i already kind of had a feeling.” he snickered. 

“wait what?” you questioned surprisingly.

“i mean yeah. the way you spoke about women, especially Doja Cat.” he laughed.

you gasped dramatically.

“well, i can say the same about you.” 

“oh really?” he urged.

“mhm. your love for Harry Styles is way beyond his music,” you answered. 

he paused.

“wait, is it that obvious?” he said, mouth agape. 

you two then busted out laughing at how ridiculous and clueless you both were. 

after the laughing died down, “Cinema” by Harry Styles started to play. 

“he sounds really good in this song.” peter smirked, causing you to giggle and nod. 

“well,” you started. “despite how dumb we both were to notice anything, i’m really proud of you and i’ll love you no matter what. i hope you know that.” 

he grinned. 

“same here, always.” 

you smiled at him and leaned in closer, closing the gap between you two.

it was a short kiss. though, it expressed the love and support you had for each other. 

you pulled away slowly.

“now i have someone to freak out over all my celebrity crushes with.”

[eisa-core]

BE THE SUN ˎˊ˗

THE WORLD TOUR: 6/25-26 SEUL

ʜᴏᴛ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ ʜɪᴛ | ʀᴏᴄᴋᴡɪᴛʜʏᴏᴜ | ᴍᴏᴏɴᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ

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After 2 years and 4 months, Seventeen came back with a world tour: BE THE SUN. There was a lot of excitement when they announced it, or we could say "spoiled" during Caratland 2022, and they couldn't believe that it was finally happening!. They certainly loved doing online concerts, but nothing can be compared to a real concert, with millions of fans singing your songs in front you. Daisy was very concerned when she saw the setlist, a lot of songs with hard choreo were listed and she was afraid of can't catch up with all of them. But she kept practicing on practicing, even when they had "Hot" comeback, after promotions she'd go to practice for the tour.

220625 - the opening concert.

- " Daisy-ah breathe in and out; Do like me, inhale and exhale, okay?. " Hoshi was with her after the first set of the concert ended. They had already performed 7 songs, and the last two were just Perfomance unit songs. She didn't get a break yet, because she was in rush during vcr to change outfits and adjust makeup, and felt no air in the lungs. But she was happy. She could finally feel that sense of adrenaline that she always dreamt about! She was finally back on stage for the 7th year with all the members. - " I'm good! Don't worry and let me watch Game Boi!. ". Oh God, she definitely loves hip hop unit songs, is she's ever about to die, she would listen to Back it Up first. No matter what. 

- "Daisy-ah, are you crying?" Mingyu looked at her during the ending ment, and she had definitely tears in her eyes, but showed her back instead. - " Come on, why are you crying? Aww" the whole group reached her and hugged her, while in her mic the sound that was heard was her sobbing. - " I just- I just love you all, and I am happy to be here with all of the 13 members, and with all of you Carats. I really missed you." She finally spoke, but she was still crying. - " Alright Carats, let show your love to Daisy! Shake your lightsticks!" Hoshi was playing all the time with Carat's lightsticks, but this time, it was absolutely needed. Daisy looked to Carats and saw all these lights, going from white to purple, then to pink and then flashing all the colors. She was indeed happy, she felt at the right place and at the right moment, surrounded by love.

220626 - the second day.

Everything that happened the day before was impressed on Daisy's mind. The excitement she felt didn't disappear. She cried, a lot; but today, she didn't want to. She wanted to enjoy every seconds on stage as if it was her last concert. So she did. She was tired, with 4 hours of sleep, and could only feel every muscles in her body ache. - "Hey, are you ready to jump?!" Seungkwan screamed during the encore, announcing the never-ending song: Aju nice. - "If I see you not jumping, I'll be very sad!" Daisy continued, watching every part of the venue, from top to bottom. - " AJU NICE! JUMP JUMP! " The music went on without any signal, and even is she was having an heart attack for the sudden music, she started to jump, throwing water to carats.

- "Guys! Wait a moment! There's a special guest tonight!". Jeonghan said looking around - " Who? Who's it?" Dokyeom asked him and in the meantime everyone was facing Dino. " Annyeonghaseo yeorobun! Picheolin-imnida! " Dino said, putting Jeonghan's sunglasses on and showing off his side character "Picheolin", that old joke from Caratland 2021. - " Picheolin-nim what are you doing here? " Daisy asked - " Uh? I came here to dance! Shall we? " He immediately took Hyejin's hand and the music started to play, the two of them were first dancing like an old couple in their 80s, and immediately later they were improvising showing their best dances, it was a lot of fun as you could hear carats screaming and laughing.

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